| The Butterfly Collector | |
| Noel Gallagher | |
| The Dreams We Have As Children | |
| So you finally got what you wanted | |
| You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line | |
| And when you just can't get any higher | |
| You use your senses to suss out this week's climber | |
| And the small fame that you've acquired | |
| Has brought you into cult status | |
| But to me you're still a collector | |
| There's tarts and whores but you're much more | |
| You're a different kind cause you want their minds | |
| And you just don't care cause you've got no pride | |
| It's just a face on your pillowcase | |
| That thrills you | |
| And you started looking much older | |
| And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume | |
| But to you in your little dream world | |
| You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors | |
| As you carry on cause it's all you know | |
| You can't light a fire | |
| You can't cook or sew | |
| You get from day to day by filling your head | |
| But surely you must know the appeal between your legs | |
| Has worn off | |
| And I don't care about morals | |
| Cause the world's insane and we'e all to blame anyway | |
| And I don't feel any sorrow | |
| Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors | |
| There's tarts and whores but you're much more | |
| You're a different kind cause you want their minds | |
| And you just don't care cause you've got no pride | |
| It's just a face on your pillowcase | |
| That thrills you | |
| As you carry on cause it's all you know | |
| You can't light a fire | |
| You can't cook or sew | |
| You get from day to day by filling your head | |
| But surely you must know the appeal between your legs | |
| Has worn off | |
| And I don't feel any sorrow | |
| Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors |